Young M.A - Beatbox Freestyle (feat. SpotemGottem)

So much water on my neck, it's like I'm detoxing
Two drums and two sticks I'm beat-boxing
I wish he would, we gon' treat top him
I just blew 150 out the safe, I had to restock it (damn, damn)

Fuck a Grammy, I got the streets watching (streets watching)
And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
I know that he watching (R.I.P.)
Left my ex bitch cause she toxic (goddamn)
Got this new bitch, now we toxic, can't cap, I been toxic (damn)

Told 'em pussy niggas keep watching (hm, hm)
Always got the 40 on me with the beam, and plus, I keep options
Ready to get it started, VV's on my chest
Now I'm cold-hearted, diamonds go retarded

Living in big houses from apartments, bitch I made it out
My money and my loyalty, two things I'll never play about
My oppositions tryna take me out (okay)
And I'm fucked up in the head and they gon' make me bring my brazy out
Fuck what you thought, ain't shit to think about (no, no)
A twenty pack could get him whacked, turn my head up
Fuck it, lay him out

We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section, look like alcoholics
Free my blooder, murder gang, I hope you beat them charges (gang)
I be on that private plane, champagne when we departed, OG I'm the God
So much body on this bitch can't even park it
I don't never rep my jewelry, if I were bitch I bought it
That's cause I could afford it
I've been fucking up these rap beats so long, it's getting boring now

They like: M.A how you been? Can't even call it
I just handle business, mind my business, feet up in my office
Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like math books
The money turn me on, it's just some about how that cash look

Bad bitch she need her ass whopped (need her ass whopped)
She a pretty lil dicky, but ay lil mama, how that bag look?
You look good but if you're broke then, that's a bad look
Turn around, let me get that last a look
Get out of here
Fuck outta here